All Chapters of SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 151Christian's POV:Damian Grimaldi’s death didn’t land like thunder. It was more of an explosion in the underworld.Slow at first. Subtle. Then crushing.The underworld didn’t explode into chaos the way many expected. It reorganised. Predators moved quietly. Borders shifted without announcement. Old allies tested loyalties with innocent questions that carried knives in their smiles.Fear travelled faster than gunfire. Because everyone knew who killed him.And everyone knew why.The Grimaldi empire didn’t fracture overnight; it had already been rotting from the inside. Damian had ruled through terror and isolation. No siblings he trusted. No true second-in-command. Just ghosts and threats. When I took his life, there was no heir strong enough to step into his shadow.The throne stayed empty, and an empty throne invites war.But war never came for me. Not openly anyway. Because the story that spread wasn’t just that I had killed Damian. It was that I walked into hell itself and

CHAPTER 153Celeste's POV The ceiling lights blurred into one long, white ribbon as they wheeled me down the corridor.Everything smelled like antiseptic and clean linen and fear. Anxiety caused fear that almost had me fainting.My hands were trembling so badly I had to grip the rails of the gurney just to remind myself that I was still here, that this was real, that this wasn’t another dream where I woke up screaming and reaching for someone who wasn’t there.“Breathe, Miss Celeste. Slow breaths,” a nurse said gently, her voice calm in a way that felt almost unreal.I tried. I really did.But every breath felt too shallow, too sharp, like my lungs were refusing to cooperate. My heart was hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears and could feel it echoing down my spine and into my swollen belly, where my child shifted restlessly, as if she could sense my panic.I was terrified.Not of the pain, though the pain was already clawing through me in waves that made my vision darken, but

Chapter 155Celeste's POVWaking up felt like swimming toward the surface of a deep lake.My body was heavy, my limbs slow and distant, as though they belonged to someone else. Light filtered in gradually, soft and hazy, blurring at the edges until it settled into shape. White walls. Pale curtains stirring faintly. The low, steady hum of machines reminded me insistently that I was still here.Alive.I blinked once. Twice.Pain radiated through me in a dull, aching wave, but it was manageable, muted by exhaustion and something warmer beneath it. Something grounding.A presence.I turned my head slightly, every movement deliberate, and that was when I saw him.Christian sat with his back to me, hunched forward in a chair pulled close to the hospital bassinet. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped together as if in prayer—or restraint. His head was bowed, dark hair falling into his eyes as he stared at something small and precious inside the clear cradle.He hadn’t noticed I

Chapter 157Celeste's POV:Preparing for Amalfi felt unreal.I stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the open suitcases on the bed, my hands resting absently on my hips as if grounding myself. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, warm and gentle, nothing like the harsh light of hospital rooms or the dim secrecy of safe houses. For the first time in a long time, I was packing without fear sitting heavy in my chest.Just clothes. Just necessities. Just a future that didn’t feel like it might shatter if I breathed too hard.Seraphina lay on the bed beside the suitcase, wrapped in a soft cream blanket, her tiny legs kicking with mild impatience. She made a small sound, half coo, half complaint, and I smiled despite myself.“I know,” I murmured, crouching beside her. “Too many outfits. Mama’s overthinking again.”She blinked up at me, dark eyes wide and curious, as if she understood more than she should. Sometimes I felt like she did. Like she’d arrived already knowing the

Chapter 159Astrid's POV:I had learnt long ago that to get what you wanted, patience was necessary. I did not have to run mad or go crazy even if that's what I wanted to do so much right now. I sat by my hotel window, a bottle of red wine swinging in my arms as I stared at the world below. Everyone went about their lives so easily, without realising that someone sat at the penthouse window of the tallest Milan hotel, half drunk and half annoyed at the fact that Christian had disappeared and that bitch Celeste was probably with him.AI had stepped back, giving him his space after he held my throat and almost squeezed the life out of me just because of her. Christian had never been rough with me, despite being one of the most feared men and a literal murderer. Yes, we had our fights, our disagreements, and even a scream-off, but he had never touched me with the intent to harm.But after what I had done to her at that gala and even at the church, Christian had become an animal. He brok